#fractured

The group of individuals took their places in the wide open room, as the atmosphere of the room settled into the regular hustle bustle of the class’s pre-routine. The room was alive with regular conversation, hushed whispers, and boisterous laughter. All of these things proved to thrive in a terrain that, once replete with the true spirit of camaraderie, lay in a fractured rift of deceit and resentment.

Worse yet, no attempt was made to mend said rift. Those responsible carried on as though nothing was wrong, and the rest were too wrapped up in angered complaints to take action.